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Sunday after a show is always a sleepy day for me. I love going to some deserted bar with a book and having lunch and a few beers, take a couple of hours to just relax and chill. I needed a new book, so today I popped over to Cambridgeside and had a pizza at CPK (not my favorite place, but it was the easiest to deal with) after buying a new book at Borders - Accelerando by Charles Stross.

I feel awful about Barry not being able to make it back into the show last night. Honestly, despite the fact that it’s supposed to be a good place to have a gig, the Burren is an awful place. Theresa, the bartender is the exception to the rule, (she’s very nice!) but by and large the folks there suck. One guy in particular is the most crabby, nasty dickhole I’ve ever seen. I wish I knew his name so I could print it here, but I don’t, so we’ll call him “Bitchtits”.

One gig we had there, at the end of the night, Bitchtits kicked out my then-girlfriend  at the end of the night, despite the fact that I was her ride home, and that she didn’t have her keys with her - he wouldn’t even let her into the back to get them from me! She had to go stand out in the cold - who does that to the band? I wanted to tear him a new asshole for that, but of course we would have lost the gig, so I had to settle for a passive-aggressive solution of pissing on his hat. Bitchtits has shouted at us on stage, he’s yelled at our sound guy, he’s tried to pull the plug on our stage lights, he refuses to let me put a beer for my friend on the band tab…bottom line, he’s a dick. If you’re ever at the Burren, and you see a thick-set guy with a shaved head and bitch tits behind the bar, tell him he’s an asshole for me. Get it on video, plus his reaction, and you drink for free with me for life. At any bar besides the Burren.

I’m a pretty forgiving guy - most people know this. It takes a lot to get on my permanent poop roll. This guy…right at the top, number 1 with a bullet. A bullet made of poop. Screw you, Bitchtits.

Ah well. Next weekend we play at the Skellig, where they love us, we love them, and they are super kickass. Yay Skellig!

See you there, Fredders.